Three Cups of Morning Coffee at the Oakhaven Diner Changed Everything

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By nine o’clock, the house was entirely dark except for the small lamp on my bedside table. The silence of the neighborhood felt heavy, broken only by the occasional distant hum of a truck on the highway.

I sat on the edge of my mattress, looking at the digital monitor sitting next to my lamp. The grey nylon cuff was coiled neatly around the continue reading …